Celestial sent my love in a poem posed on its own tightropehoping to fall deeper into the pit of theworld, flop its belly into the pavement, intoa single swan-dive devoid of perplexity, and thecelestial gravity given to words pluralizes me – Ican't fight its wrist-twisting tangle of webs andwoman's weaves.

sent my love in a poem to you, unread, sighedin the chatter of my own teeth taught against myskin, each bitten freckle forced to meander alongmy body in the maze of preliminary awkwardencounters.

love means nothing anymoreyou pull away like the spacing of words on paper.

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